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Andrew H. Brown, National Geographic Staff
Sea Water All But Makes an Island of Bergen, Norway's Second City
The Norwegian colors grace 5,800 seagoing ships-merchantmen, sealers, whalers, fishing vessels, coastwise
freighters. Eighty-five percent of the merchant ships, chartered to foreign interests, never touch at Norwegian
ports. Bergen itself has a million and a quarter tons of shipping. Here the camera looks down from
Fl0yfjellet (Weathervane Hill), one of seven mountains that cradle the port (page 153).
a street called Park Avenue. Was that a good
district? He produced two silver spoons, pre
senting one to Percy Chubb and one to me in
token of Norwegian esteem for the United
States. We were deeply touched.
Weighing anchor, we sailed across the fjord
and skirted the eastern shore, seaward bound
again.
Mountains lifted a 4,000-foot wall
above us. Against blue sky the Folge Glacier
seemed light as cake frosting.
We swept within view of the baronial estate
of Rosendal, now an experimental farm. The
main building, erected in the 1660's, is among
Norway's handsomest.
Threading islands in the mouth of Har
danger Fjord, we pressed on through mist and
rain to Tveit. As we lay at anchor, a farmer
rowed under our stern. Seeing fresh-caught
fish in the bottom of his boat, we called out
to ask if we might buy some.
From America? That's Different!
"The fish are not for sale," he answered. "I
have been out catching supper for my family."
His tone was polite but firm. Then his curi
osity got the better of him.
"Where are you
from?" he asked.
When we answered, "America," the man